HP: Embrace the Darkness

"What kind of wrong did you do to me?"

Snape asked in a soft voice, his hand quietly holding Artes's shoulder, tightening it with a hint of comfort. From a distance, his movements looked as intimate as a lover's.

"Sif..."

Hot, unusual breaths and weak sounds penetrated his ears densely. Snape frowned and turned his head. Instead of avoiding it, he naturally tilted his head towards Artes, as if he wanted to hear what Artis was going to do next. if.

"Don't hate me..."

The consciousness that Arthas had just regained was gradually fading again. He couldn't stop mumbling, and his head was weakly and deeply buried in Snape's neck.

"I won't hate you."

Snape had no choice but to use words to appease Artes, who was obviously wrong, and talk about other things later.

After receiving his promise, Asseth smiled silently, his smile full of bitterness and guilt.

Don't you hate it?

Really not?

The smile gradually disappeared, and at the last second when he was about to completely lose consciousness, Asseth took a step back, used his authority to disapparate, and disappeared in front of Snape.

The small puddle formed by the cold sweat clearly reflected Snape's stunned expression.

He didn't expect that Artes would be able to apparate in the castle without being restricted by Hogwarts, and he didn't expect that Artes would leave directly in front of his eyes.

"Damn, what the... bastard——"

He cursed in a low voice and clenched the wand in his hand helplessly, his knuckles turned green and white, as if he was trying to catch someone who disappeared in front of him.

Rowena, who was watching the whole scene, suddenly fell silent when he saw Asseth leaving Snape alone.

Then there is the extreme hatred that iron cannot become steel.

She punched the wall helplessly. After repeating it several times in a regular pattern, the wall lit up and flickered a few times.

After receiving an answer that the castle did not have, Rowena sighed deeply, waved his wand, and spread out magic power to find where Asses was.

Now that Asseth was so weak that he couldn't get anywhere no matter how hard he ran, she easily found him in a room near Hogwarts.

After all, it was Arces who untied his knot. Rowena did not leave Snape alone. He raised his wand and pointed it at the wall. The magical light drew a map on the wall.

In the middle of the map is a slowly flashing light spot, with Ass's name marked in bold and bold.

In the empty corridor, a map appeared out of thin air on the wall, with humanized names. It looked strange, but Snape didn't seem to notice it. He thanked him in a low voice and went to settle the score with Artes angrily.

When Snape was out of sight, Rowena stepped out, rich black climbing up from the soles of her feet.

After a while, her appearance and clothing were no different from those of Snape who had just left.

"Okay, okay, just think of it as a return gift from those two smiles. Besides, it will be uncomfortable to watch if something goes wrong at the last step."

Rowena persuaded himself with a few words, followed Snape's example, swung his robe, and went to finish the remaining work for Artes in a cool manner.

Diagon Alley.

Aces came to the safe house and stumbled several steps before holding on to the sofa to steady himself.

He didn't even have the strength to go to the bedroom. He half-squinted his eyes and recognized that the thing in front of him was the sofa. He let go of his clenched teeth and fell down on the sofa with a "thud".

The little sense he had left drove him to bite the clothes he touched somewhere to prevent himself from accidentally hurting himself.

Then everything went blank.

He passed out.

Even if he lost consciousness, the pain still came continuously. His whole body ached, and he didn't know where to cover himself. Asseth instinctively curled up his body, using the most primitive posture of human beings, which can bring boundless security since the mother's body. Fighting the constant pain from all sides.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, soaking the front of his clothes. His white shirt was sticky and clinging to his body. He could vaguely see the bulging veins on his neck and his chest that was rising and falling vigorously to absorb air.

It didn't take much effort for Snape to find Artes' location on the map.

He had been to this safe house before, and he had the authority, but he was the one who was injured at that time, and he was also the one who fell asleep on the sofa.

Seeing the black hair exposed beside the sofa, Snape walked over with gentle steps, lowering his eyes and silently looking at Artes who was inexplicably weak like this.

There was no light on in the room, and the flickering light projected in from outside was particularly partial to the man on the sofa. The light fell on his closed eyebrows, and the thick colors outlined his outstanding features.

From the eyebrows down, he was biting a piece of fabric haphazardly, and his lips were so white that they were so white that all the uncomfortable murmurs and murmurs were hidden in them without revealing anything.

Snape knelt down, his hands that had been steadily handling various potion materials and refining countless potions shaking imperceptibly. He gently pushed aside the wet hair and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Is it hard?"

Naturally, a comatose person couldn't answer the question, and Snape didn't need him to answer.

He gently wiped away the cold sweat that was forming.

"What did you hide from me?"

Seemingly because he heard the familiar voice, Artes' eyebrows relaxed a little, and he rubbed the side of his face against Snape's hand, sweating from it.

Snape didn't have the habit of carrying a handkerchief, but Arthur did. He took out the handkerchief from Arthur's pocket and continued to wipe him.

The Potions Master who doesn't often do this kind of thing is inevitably unfamiliar with his movements. In addition, Artes always leans on him unconsciously, without any awareness that he is on the sofa. He also has to be careful not to let Artes fall off the sofa.

For a moment, he was too busy to talk.

"Sisyphus."

Snape was stunned for a moment, thinking that Artes had woken up, but when he looked down, he realized that he was just gibbering.

This call seemed to turn on some switch, and Asseth began to chant the name non-stop, over and over again, without fatigue or pain.

"Sev."

"What do you want to say?"

"Sev."

"..."

"Sev."

"Ah."

Snape went from being uncomfortable at the beginning to numbness later, and finally responded naturally only after a dozen names were spoken by the sleeping man.

Late into the night, the pain finally subsided.

Aces' tense body relaxed, his tired nerves relaxed, and he immediately fell into a deep sleep.

Snape tore off the cloth he was biting and threw it aside. He took a black robe and covered him. He pushed aside the messy black hair stuck to his forehead and side of his face, revealing his eyebrows that had been devoid of sharpness since his sleep.

After doing all this, he didn't leave.

Aces occupied most of the sofa, and he closed his eyes and rested in the vacant spot.

Voldemort, the Death Curse, and Artes' anomalies were playing in his mind. Snape couldn't sleep for a while. He tilted his head and looked at Artes, who was sleeping peacefully. His mind became even more chaotic. What followed was There was also an inexplicable panic.

Eleven years old.

When he met Artes, Artes was only eleven years old. From the age of eleven to now, Artes has never been so embarrassed.

Even during the magic riot, others were hurt. This time...

Is it Voldemort?

It's still the death curse.

The brain gradually fell silent in random thoughts.